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Chapter 470 – The Silver-Haired Princess About to Become a Slave
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... une.
It was a bitter taste laced with sourness—black bitterness, white sourness.
It wasn't just her tongue that had to endure it; the very world before her eyes lost its color.
Unlike bitter melon, unhappiness carried no nutrition.
It didn't provide vitamins, didn't fill the stomach.
All it left behind was a gnawing hatred for one's own weakness in the moment, and endless regret afterward—regret that stole away whatever scraps of happiness one managed to g ...
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